Early in the evening, just past the supper hour, the Flying Pussyfoot chugged into the station in Salt Lake City, hissing steam. The first class cars at the front of the train were almost ridiculously ornate, gilded in gold over glossy black paint, the odd name of the train embossed on the side in gold lettering
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"This is definitely the place, so Claire should be... right over there!" After spotting Claire, she waved at the conductor before making a beeline in that direction. Naoto could catch up.
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"H-Hey! Wait just a moment--!" Naoto snatched the ticket from the vendor's hand and ran after the little girl. It wouldn't do for Birkin's daughter to get lost in the crowd before they'd even made it on board.
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"Hi Sherry," he said cheerfully, dodging a family lugging their bags towards the train and skidding to a stop next to her. "I'm glad you came! Oh, and there's your friend, too." He waved to Naoto as well, offering her a smile that was only slightly less incandescent.
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"Naoto and I don't know each other very well," she admitted. "I'm not sure why she wanted to stay."
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